Chamreun had a decision to make; the phone call from Kunny had confirmed that Halim was indeed at his villa in Kampot. But Zed had told her it could take some time to do the property search. Now he had to decide whether to split his team in two and send half the men to Kampot to get this bastard, or to keep them all here and wait for any news from Zed on the property. He had phoned the Minister earlier to apprise him of the progress and to confirm that Halim was a legitimate target.
He’d been aware that Halim had his dirty little fingers in all sorts of business ventures and that his nose, far browner than those fingers, had sniffed the ass of nearly every major politician and businessman in the Kingdom. While his country was moving forward a little at a time, it was still sadly about who
